Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

(Tom, don't look back, I'm Harry.)

......

After the handwriting was swallowed by the diary, it took a long time before Voldemort's long and thin handwriting emerged.

"Harry? The Harry Potter?"

Anriel wrote:

"How do you know me?"

“The last student who found my diary often mentioned you to me.

He suspects you are the heir of Slytherin."

Anriel frowned and found that things were not simple.

This soul fragment has intelligence, but not much.

After all, we know that "He" is used to conceal information.

But he didn't think about it, why did the guy in front of him who had just picked up the diary speak in the form of a dialogue as his first sentence?

"Hello, Tom."

What a strange conversation. Who would write this as the first sentence in Tom's diary?

It was probably because Voldemort was relatively young during this memory and had not experienced the beatings of society, plus he had gotten used to chatting with Ginny in the past few days, so he didn't notice this.

"Do you think so too?"

Anriel suppressed his laughter and continued to set a trap for Riddle.

"What does the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago have to do with me?"

"No," Riddle wrote. "On the contrary, I know you are innocent because I know exactly who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago."

Very good, then the next step is...

"Can you tell me who it is?"

"No, but I can take you to see it in person."

Anriel rubbed his hands, leaned back in his chair, and prepared to enjoy the 3D blockbuster "Hagrid's Big Furry Friends" in person.

The pages of the diary on the table were turning rustlingly, and a strong and dazzling light radiated from the center of the pages.

With a whoosh, Anriel disappeared into the chair.

……

...?

...!

"boom!"

The next second, Anriel sat back in his chair with a confused look on his face against Harry's, flipping through the diary on the table rapidly.

The journal stopped on a blank page.

The bright red words extended rapidly, as if the person who wrote them was very anxious.

"You're not Harry Potter!"

"who are you!"

Anriel curled his lips, feeling a little unhappy.

Tsk, I miscalculated. I didn't expect this thing to be a biological verification.

The next second, the golden hair spread out, covering Harry Potter's face for a moment, and a fair, handsome, and spirited face appeared above the diary.

The light blue left eye was slightly narrowed, while the deep black right eye was staring at the paper.

"I am Harry Potter."

Anriel's pen rustled on the paper with a smile on his face.

"You, no, are."

Voldemort paused for a word and wrote. Before Anriel could reply, the line of words disappeared quickly and was replaced by:

"What do you want to do? What do you know?"

He quickly added these two sentences. How could it be that his brain is not working very well? Who would reveal their cards at the beginning of the game?

Anriel thought for a moment and wrote:

"I know a lot of things, so the question is not what I want to do, but what you want to do - but you're just a Horcrux."

He laughed unscrupulously:

"If you simply want to kill the mudblood, then that has nothing to do with me. We each get what we need."

Anriel could imagine how Voldemort's eyes widened when he saw this sentence in the diary.

Hmm? Damn it, where did the third generation of the Dark Lord come from?

This soul fragment quickly compared the campus layout that Ginny told him and quickly found the corresponding person.

"You are Anriel, Anriel Grindelwald.

The last person who found the diary mentioned you to me."

Riddle's idea was that if what Ginny said was true, when this man named Anriel picked up the diary, he must have known that it was the diary that planned all this.

How can we fight this situation? We can't fight, because we are at a huge disadvantage.

“You know all that, right?

All you need is to destroy me, and if I don't agree, you'll destroy this diary now, right?"

How about we make a deal?"

Voldemort wrote three sentences in a row, which were still three questions.

He thought he already knew Anriel's approach and was still somewhat confident about the deal.

In other words, he actually has no choice.

What he didn't know was that these three sentences directly silenced An Ruier.

Anriel suddenly felt that he was talking to a rebellious adolescent who was immature but evil and thought he had everything under control... He even began to doubt whether Voldemort was setting a trap for him.

"Tell me."

Anriel pretended to be interested and let Voldemort continue.

The Voldemort in the diary is obviously not very smart. He "gritted his teeth", although a memory has no teeth to bite:

"As you can see, I am the larger soul fragment. If the timing is right...

I can be resurrected!

I can also... show you where the remaining Horcruxes are! There are five of them!

As long as you help me revive!"

Anriel felt a little absurd for a moment.

This doesn't seem to be a fragment of Voldemort's soul.

This is the stupid son of a landlord, he must have hit his head on the ground.

You sold your original body? You sold your kind? I haven't even forced you to confess, why did you confess everything?

Did Ginny tell you something about me that scared you like this?

He was also a little curious for a moment about what kind of image he was in Ginny's description.

Maybe he is a terrifying demon like Voldemort, otherwise this soul fragment wouldn't be like this...

Anriel suspected that among all the fragments of Voldemort's soul, this one was the most honest.

If you think about it carefully, this guy talked a lot in the original book, but he didn't kill Harry Potter until Fawkes, whose acting skills were not very good, squeezed out tears.

Plus, if Anriel hadn't disrupted the plot, this guy really wouldn't be able to be killed by just one person.

It seemed that after seeing Anriel didn't respond for a long time, the honest child seemed to be anxious, and his handwriting became obviously sloppy:

"The first Horcrux is in a ruin next to Little Hangleton! I can point it out to you! It's right here!"

The writing disappeared, and a hastily drawn map appeared below in red and black.

It looked like a map of Little Hangleton, with a thoughtful red cross marking the location of Gaunt's ring.

The diary was a Horcrux created behind Gaunt's ring, so it's normal for an honest child to know its location.

Anriel's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he suddenly had a strong urge:

Just throw this stupid thing back to Harry Potter and stick with the original plot. If you talk to this thing for too long, your IQ will probably drop... It's a blessing in disguise that Ginny didn't get fooled.

Thinking of this, Anriel suddenly had a way to let the original plot go on without going through Harry Potter, and let this diary continue to play its due role.

Ignoring the words that appeared on the paper, Anriel closed the diary expressionlessly and put it into his pocket without mercy.

He really didn't want to communicate with this thing anymore.